I dreamt I held a tiny whale
In the palm of my big hand
Its vulnerable belly soft and pale
Its life or death at my command.
Category: Philosophical
Change, Poetry by Chantel Wiggins
Sometimes I walk out my house and wear a cross on my chest
In the neighborhood I’m living in, I should probably wear a vest
For a female it’s not likely
For a black man then possibly
Their lives are taken away and all people can say is sorry
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